Rollin In the Hay by Kooley High Lyrics

[Intro]
Better move, da-da-da-da
Better move, da-da-da
Better move, da-da-da-da, da

[Chorus]
I like rollin' in the hay, hay
Rollin' in the hay, hay, hay
Rollin' in the hay, hay
I like rollin' in the hay, hay, hay, hay, hay

[Verse 1: Charlie Verse]
Okay, put me on wax 'til cars, they all shine
Put me on crack if that's what y'all buying
Rookies and vets get caught like intersections
Caught like in a net when bars is online
Said I rhyme like "Dear John," on John Deere
Soon as I cut, you low on the grass?
I'm not here, aw yeah, the pad got IKEA
It's our year, the class is top tier (Hey, hеy)
I should be flying in first when I'm rhyming a versе
Rhythms, they be lying in dirt, I'm trying to murk
Anything I flow on and when I throw my show on
Give them hits to grow on
The club is in my hand, it's looking like a par four
And the joints slammin', the flow is in the car door
Bitch, you better cram in until it makes your arms sore
And when I'm in the house, it's like you living in the cardboard
You sitting in but I stand out
You worry 'bout fitting in the damn crowd?
I live life, let it all sink in and sham wow
Get some pot, I bet everything will pan out (Hay, hay, hay, hay)
[Chorus]
I like rollin' in the hay, hay
Rollin' in the hay, hay, hay, hay
I like rollin' in the hay, hay

[Verse 2: Tab-One]
The homies smokin' on hay, hay in the middle of the barn
Sippin' on a Miller in the middle of my lawn
Feelin' like a million, chillin', livin' in the dawn
Of a new day, day, whatchu say?
Kooley two high, yeah, we on the, on the way
Ayy, no delay, no way, we on time
Name another sucka who be touching my rhymes
Rah-rah, sis, boom-bah, we rap ruckus
Ha-ha, just realized you can't touch us
Buckets, when we in the three-point range, release like Larry Bird, simple and plain
Nothin' showy, just the gritty Cack boom bap
Inspired by the soul of them old school cats
We rap circles 'round so called hip hop heads
Kinda like a halo, I guess they all dead
We don't wanna hear that wackness you practice
We blacklist cats as we wrap around the atlas
Cash from the act we just stack it in the mattress
And keep it off the books so them crooks don't tax us
Still saying that we 'bout to blow like saxes (Hay, hay, hay, hay)
[Chorus]
I like rollin' in the hay (Yeah)
Rollin' in the— (Oh, that's what we on?)
I like rollin' in the (Tab, what up? Charlie, what up?)

[Verse 3: GQ]
Whatchu be wit' them, annoyed or astonished
Is you Brady now, or McCoy back in college?
Use to download BearShare up in my cottage
Wit' a cool chick, ass looking like it hold her hostage
Me and Kooley High like DC and Foamposites
When you young and wise, do that turn to old knowledge?
Money come and go, is talent what I buy wit'
Sidecar on a plane pretty when the sky lit
I'm chillin', Beastmode hoodie, jeans and Flyknits
We rocking, they eyes glued to us like wide hips
I drip all over the stage they amazed
I'm like, why trip? Feeling like I'm on the front page
They on my shit, they was just on yours for days
That's how lies get, caught up in a web or a maze
This where I fit, really how I am not a phase
And I just finished rolling up some haze, I'm like, hey

[Chorus]
Rollin' in the hay, hay, hay, hay
Rollin' in the hay, hay
Rollin' in the hay, hay, hay, hay
I like rollin' in the hay, hay
Rollin' in the—